Look Lisa, I bought you a Malibu Stacy chinchilla coat.

Look Lisa, I bought you a Malibu Stacy chinchilla coat.

My third husband bought me this. Give me some chips for it.

Lisa: My third husband bought me this. Give me some chips for it.

Dealer: Are you sure, ma'am?

Lisa: Don't tell me what to do, Sonny. I've been gambling since I was eight. And I've been hockin' jewelry since I was twelve. Now give me some chips!

So that's it. You just wanted me to help you gamble. You never wanted to be with me at all.

Lisa: So that's it. You just wanted me to help you gamble. You never wanted to be with me at all.

Marge: You're a very selfish man.

Box: Go to hell! Go to hell!

Bart: Hey, once again. Great present, Dad.

The kids are happy, you smell like Meryl Streep, and I've got that foot massager I've always wanted.

Look, what's the problem? The kids are happy, you smell like Meryl Streep, and I've got that foot massager I've always wanted.

Dad, I promise you I will never get tired of this.

Dad, I promise you I will never get tired of this.

Shut up. Shut up. Kiss my butt. Shut up. Go to Hell. Go to Hell.

Shut up. Shut up. Kiss my butt. Shut up. Go to Hell. Go to Hell.

He doesn't look too happy.

Bret: It is the playoffs, it's five below and there's one loyal fan wearing nothing but a g-string and the team colors painted on his body.

Jimmy: He doesn't look too happy.

Bret: Well, maybe the paint has shut off his pores and he's slowly suffocating. Still, that is a real fan.